101. My New Endeavor
From window sills
To pictured thrills
A life that's now forgotten
From window sills
To pictured thrills
A life that's now forgotten
Thank you for the kind words, Ann! Ironically, your story and poems are amongst those that inspired some of these words so I'm glad to hear that it at least resonates in some capacity! May...
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Child, stand strong holding your head up high,
Believe me, your life path is far from over,
For a moment, you may wince in wrenching pain and cry,
Not knowing you'll soon find your own four-leafed clover.
Thanks Ann! Yes, writing the poem has helped me and like you, l find writing poems quite therapeutic. So sorry to hear about your husband's terminal illness. I hope you continue to find...
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